She made no effort to disallow the scaled one's interruption, neither quite welcoming it nor unthankful for the distraction. The attention for the time being had been less upon her and now on the other. By some means, maybe nothing more than sheer luck, the young men that made up the majority of the town's seeming guard at this gate stayed their weapons; the older men were wise enough to stand back, as ready as they might think themselves to be with two strange arrivals. She knew they had no interest in an actual fight, but they were not about to outright tell her let alone any other that. They were obligated to make some form of effort and await someone who knew what specifically to do, which in time proved about as accurate as the keen mind of the aging woman thought.

"No, there had been no problem." She replied with a narrowed brow, observing how the throaty man unslung his weapon from his person.

Pondering if he was quite aware of what it was she meant, there seemed to come a more pressing matter as the guardsmen became more postured and disciplined in arms. Sakaala however, did not move - she had no need to - even with the unnatural idleness of one of her limbs. She could hear another man's approach just as she had the great footsteps of the dragon-blooded prior, but these were not nearly the same. In truth, she was unsure what the sound had been at first - the dragon's arrival - let alone the presence of it; she had [i]heard[/i] of such creatures, but seeing one was unusual.

This was different yet familiar, a level of predictability that came with years of being around men.

A robust man who appeared nothing akin to the others came to confront them both, looking the two over with a forwardness that the former ranger could feel as nothing but prideful and arrogant. The accent of his words perhaps stronger than he was, he called himself a "Vigilant" and appeared to hold some sway over these men - many of whom eased their weapons' threats. They seemed to support him, or at least had the confidence to act it, but she reasoned it was legitimate.

She stared down and back with a hardened set of eyes, "I have no quarrel with the people of your town, but you and others would do well to not call me 'cat', Vigilant."

"Short of this, you are correct. Indeed I am looking for such a man and those who follow him." 

The calmness in the intensity of her words betrayed a personal investment in the matters of the Vigilants, one the beastwoman appeared strangely educated upon. It was clear she had business with them, perhaps long ago or quite old by the looks of her herself, but that she came here and now only called up greater inquiry. Just who was she and why did she fancy herself in a position to confront them? It undoubtedly was not by sword - she could kill any number of men, but they'd no doubt overwhelm her - not by quill either, words maybe? What words could a monstrous thing have of any value?

[@Mag Lev][@dragonmancer][@Athinar]